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>> "Shot: Chapter 3" <<
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by -> ANdz0oey
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"Goddamn weather," Christian softly mumbled to himself, but only with
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passing interest. It had been cold like this ever since he had come into
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this dismal fucking town, hopeful and alone, not more than two months
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before. So why bother to complain? Christian didn't quite have an answer
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for that question. Nor did he need one. There were other things on his
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mind.
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The sidewalk was illuminated brilliantly by so many far away stars,
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and to a lesser extent by the street lamps strewn across the alley. But
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Christian was tired of walking. His legs ached and his head was swimming.
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Worse still, the prostitution house was closed, shut down for some
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renovations or whatever, and even the subway had no room to sleep. He felt
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helpless.
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Yet there was the park. Of course. The wonderful, ever-frozen
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benches of the park. "What a goddamn pleasant idea," Christian muttered
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again, but with a little more determination. He truly needed some rest,
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meaning that the park would have to make due.
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The benches, green and wooden, weren't as cold as before, shaping the
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ordeal as merely bearable, at best. It had snowed the night before, and,
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for some reason or another, certain depressions in the grass were filled
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with a kind of friendly looking ice water, neither cloudy nor muddy, but
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pretty clear. Christian was enthralled. They were so deep, he thought.
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Yet, in a couple of days, when it was just warm enough, they'd be gone,
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disappeared forever, only to fill up again whenever there was another rain
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storm. They were so quiet, so peaceful. Christian fell asleep.
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He woke up an hour later, cold as hell, but generally fine. His mind
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was still shaky, though, and his thoughts really weren't in the right place,
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not in any way. However, extraordinarily, at the moment, he wasn't
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dreaming. But rather remembering.
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"i love you, angel, dear. you still awake?"
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"hmmm? oh, yeah, uh-huh. i love you too."
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"ok, alright, just checking. 'cause i didn't want you to fall asleep
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when i was about to, you know, pick off the president with this lovely
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sniper rifle from my dark, lonely room...
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"what?"
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"nevermind...nevermind, sweetheart."
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"are you making fun of me?"
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"yeah...just checking, you know."
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"well, stop it!" she giggles.
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later something different. painful.
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"stop it," she pleads, but not in the same way. it's terrible. a
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cry of anguish.
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"no, i swear to god..."
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"please stop...please. pretty please?"
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"no, no...i mean it. i really do. i fucking hate her. you know
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that? really. goddamnit, i cannot take her bullshit anymore. don't you
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understand? i just can't... i'm gonna kill her....seriously...i've fucking
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got to..."
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"please...no...please," she cries.
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Christian woke up. He felt sick, upset, disillusioned. It was
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awful. Overwhelming. He pulled his arms tightly around his body, and began
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to cry, softly, but forcefully. It was so cold, he thought. So very cold.
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The tears that were pouring down his cheeks warmed him up a bit, but, soon,
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sadly, even they would become frozen.
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #230 -- written by ANdz0oey -- 4/7/98 *
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